It was still drizzling outside. Zhao Yuan raised the torch in his hand and the fire swayed in the fine rain. The two of them put on their clothes. Lin Wenxi's clothes were now dry but Zhao Yuan's clothes were still soaked. Only then did he recall that Zhao Yuan had placed his clothes in front of the campfire and his behind.

Lin Wenxi touched the lapel of his clothes to try and wring it dry. Zhao Yuan looked at him like he was a complete idiot.

Out of the blue, Lin ...